Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 114 Divine Level Performance: Let me demonstrate for

Yun City Music Academy, Nie Qiao’er drove to the parking lot, intending to get out of her car and enter the campus.

Suddenly, she received a ssage from a friend: her new song had gone viral!

Nie Qiao’er quickly opened Weibo to check, and sure enough, her na was at the top of the trending searches.

"Oh my god, I actually have a day when I’m trending number one?"

Nie Qiao’er’s hands trembled with excitent. She had really beco famous.

She was just an independent musician, not very well-known, without any publicity, and had never been on the trending searches before. Now for the first ti, she was not only on it but right at the top!

She clicked on the trending topic, and it was filled with overwhelming praise for the new song.

Her own Weibo exploded too. Originally with only a few thousand followers, the number had surged to a hundred thousand and was still climbing.

Her latest Weibo post, which used to only have a dozen comnts due to a lack of followers, now had over ten thousand comnts!

"It’s so good!"

"We beg for the official version!"

"Excuse , Qiao’er, are you the songwriter?"

Praise like this, Nie Qiao’er had seen too much of, but she was still very happy. She couldn’t help but look through each comnt, tears welling in her eyes.

Besides the complints, people online also cared about one question: who wrote this song?

This question also beca a common curiosity among everyone.

Nie Qiao’er felt it necessary to respond.

So she casually sent out a Weibo post: "Regarding the author of the new song, it will be announced soon."

After sending this Weibo post, Nie Qiao’er put away her phone and went into the school.

Her response quickly sparked heated discussions online, rapidly climbing the trending searches: "Nie Qiao’er responds to the new song’s author."

In no ti, the curiosity of people online reached unprecedented heights, and everyone eagerly awaited the answer.

Nie Qiao’er entered the school gate, noticing Lin Fan hadn’t returned her call yet. She thought Lin Fan must be busy with sothing.

anwhile.

In the piano classroom, after the bell rang, Lin Fan stepped onto the podium.

"Hello everyone, my na is Lin Fan, your interim piano teacher. From today, I’ll be teaching you piano until we find a permanent teacher. During this period, I hope for your cooperation. Without further ado, let’s start the class," Lin Fan said with a smile.

Then, Lin Fan began the lecture.

The material was based on the lesson plan left by Tao Dacai. Lin Fan was already familiar with the lesson plan and spoke without it, even correcting Tao Dacai’s mistakes.

The experienced teachers present were secretly amazed. This Lin Fan was unexpectedly impressive. Besides not needing the lesson plan, Lin Fan’s theoretical knowledge was remarkably innovative, so of which they had never known before.

However, the students obviously didn’t realize Lin Fan’s prowess, and with their preconceived notions, they were rather dismissive of him.

"This is so boring!"

"I’m going to fall asleep."

"When is this class over? The ti feels so slow!"

"If only Teacher Tao were here, I love listening to his classes."

"I only listen to Teacher Tao, what’s he talking about?"

The students occasionally murmured.

For a mont, the class was mostly filled with the inattentive, the spiritless, and the bored.

Lin Fan was lecturing using Tao’s lesson plan and had even improved upon it with new theoretical insights. The content was better than what Tao had presented, but because it wasn’t Tao teaching, the students were dismissive.

Seeing this, Lin Fan was at a bit of a loss. It seed that if he couldn’t gain the students’ respect, there was no point in continuing the lesson.

So, Lin Fan paused and walked to the piano at the side, sitting down.

Everyone exchanged glances, unsure of what Lin Fan intended to do.

Lin Fan said calmly, "According to the theory I just explained, let demonstrate using Chopin’s ’Nocturne’."

With that, Lin Fan’s fingers moved, and he began to play.

Chopin’s ’Nocturne’ is one of his most famous works, a lody filled with deep lancholy, conveying longing. It speaks of Chopin being in a war-torn foreign land, unable to return ho, missing his country deeply. The lody starts triumphantly, as if excited to return ho, then turns wistful, expressing resignation to reality, and finally becos resolute, signifying that even in a foreign land, longing cannot be stopped...

Lin Fan’s fingers seed to have a magical quality, as the lodious piano notes flowed from between them.

The murmuring students gradually quieted down, drawn in by the music.

The previously disjointed and listless students suddenly straightened their posture, as if injected with energy.

For a mont, everyone was pulled into Lin Fan’s music. The large classroom was devoid of any other sound, leaving only Lin Fan’s piano playing.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Lin Fan’s extraordinary piano skills seed to envelop everyone in the scene created by the piece, as if they had personally experienced Chopin’s sorrow.

Unknowingly, listeners to the piano piece silently shed tears.

The lodious sound of the piano drifted out of the classroom.

Teachers and students nearby, also enchanted by the music, gathered around as if under a spell.

The university was fairly free, so even students not from this class could enter to listen. Soon, the classroom, both inside and out, was packed, leaving no room to move.

Just returning to the school, Nie Qiao’er was also drawn by the sound of the piano.

"Oh my God, who is this divine being playing the piano? It’s amazing!"

Nie Qiao’er exclaid, unable to resist coming over to see. She had heard countless renditions of this piano piece, including those by internationally renowned pianists, but this was the best she had ever heard!

Surprisingly, there was soone more skilled than international piano masters at the school. Who is this person?

At this point, the classroom was filled with people. Nie Qiao’er couldn’t get in, only able to see through a gap — a silhouette.

A man was sitting at the piano, playing.

"Oh, that silhouette is so handso," Nie Qiao’er said dreamily, captivated by just his silhouette.

As the piece ca to an end.

Lin Fan finally stopped, the music concluding in a serene lody.

Lin Fan turned to face the crowd and was startled.

Engrossed in playing, he hadn’t noticed that so many people had co into the classroom, blocking both doors.

The key was that everyone was kneeling on the ground, eyes brimming with tears.

The large classroom, inside and out, was silent.

It was as if everyone’s emotions were still imrsed in his music.

Lin Fan’s intention was to give a demonstration to let the students intuitively understand his theoretical knowledge, but he hadn’t expected such a powerful effect. Even he was surprised.

"Clap, clap..."

At this mont, Liu ngjie was the first to start clapping.

Soon, everyone in attendance started clapping.

Suddenly, the applause was thunderous, continuing unceasingly.

Everyone was overwheld with excitent.

"What did I just experience? I feel like my entire being has been elevated."

"Oh my god, can such piano skills really exist?"

"My goodness, I knelt while listening to the piano!"

"It’s truly amazing!"

"At this level, it’s the sa as an international master, right?"

"What international master? In my opinion, no international master can compare to him. Whoever it is, even the world-famous pianist Yafugoni, would kneel before him!"

"His skill is truly world-class!"

Many of the students present had been practicing piano from a young age, with many already having reached the tenth level of piano. Naturally, they could tell if soone was good at playing the piano.

They unanimously felt that just now, it was an immortal playing the piano!

They, re mortals, were utterly convinced.

Xu Cheng, the director of Wind Bird Music, excitedly wiped his red eyes and clapped.

Liu ngjie was relatively calm, as it wasn’t her first ti hearing Lin Fan play the piano. However, she was once again enchanted by Lin Fan, her emotions stirred.

Lin Shanshan and Cheng Xiaolu were stunned, realizing their previous worries were unnecessary. Lin Fan’s level was beyond just being a piano teacher.

Outside the crowd, Nie Qiao’er peeked through a gap and saw Lin Fan’s profile, instantly petrified.

"Brother Dong?"